I'm not so old. OK, I'm old. But I'm also old enough to see the good when I can see it or hear it. Like the pop of the mitt of a really good fastball. It's different. It's mesmerizing. It's something special and the only question is how long will it last. About 20 years … Continue reading Pasttime – 86

I grew up in the Northeast and hit puberty in the late '80s/early '90s. I mention this mandatory time of passage only to illustrate a point. You draw into your person and its personality from where and when you are from. A Spanish conquistador from the 16th century could never understand why conquering the Aztecs … Continue reading Pasttime – 85

The way for many within cities looking for an outlet for their athletic endeavors is the street. And not The Streets that are not only watching, but be talking now. I'm referring to the concrete pavement that becomes a playground for millions... (And millions) Of children regardless of their parents' economic conditions. Now the concrete … Continue reading Pasttime – 84